Gone without a Trace

By Anonymous, Naples, FL

Gone. All that is left is empty thoughts. A gust of wind, I have left behind. This guilt has swelled so high that all I can do is run away from reality. If I move fast, Maybe you wont be as hurt this time. I can become invisible. My being evaporating into the thick air. Just let me go so I can't hurt you any longer.

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